thanks for the memory of sentimental verse nothing in my purse and chuckles when the preacher said, "for better or for worse" how lovely it was
thanks for the memory of Schubert's serenade little things of jade and traffic jams and anagrams and bills we never paid how lovely it was
we, who could laugh over big things, were parted by only a slight thing i wonder if we did the right thing? oh well, that's life, i guess i love your dress
thanks for the memory of faults that you forgave rainbows on a wave and stockings in the basin when a fella needs a shave thank you so much
thanks for the memory of tinkling temple bells alma mater yells and cuban rum, and towels from the very best hotels how lovely it was
thanks for the memory of cushions on the floor hash with Dinty Moore that pair of gay pajamas that you bought and never wore
we said goobye with a highball then i got as high as a steeple but we were intelligent people no tears, no fuss hooray for us
strictly "entre-nous" darling, how are you? and how are all those little dreams that never did come true? i'm awfully glad i met you cheerio and toodle-oo and thank you so much